Remembrance

No more: let there be no more said.

It is over now, the long hope, the beautiful dream.

The poor body of love in his grave is laid.

I had dreamed his shining eyes eternal, alas!

Now, dead love, I know, can never rise again.

Never, never again shall I see even his shadow pass.

A star has ceased to shine in my lonely skies.

Sometimes I dream I see it shining in my heart,

As a bird the windless pool over which it flies.

No: no more: I will not say what I see, there:

Sorrow has depths within depths... silence is best:

Farewell, Dead Love: no more the same road we fare.